Every world has its stories, but the Foundlings’ world has Lore — the kind that hums under the floorboards, curls in the rafters, and settles into the seams of everyday magic.
Lore isn’t a textbook or a grand chronicle. It’s the whispered version of history: the tales told around hearths, the warnings passed from fledgling to mentor, the half‑remembered myths that shape how people move through the world. It’s the stories characters believe, even when they’re not sure why.
Some Lore is old — older than the Clans, older than the first corvid auguries, older than the names anyone still speaks aloud. Some Lore is new, forming itself in real time as the Foundlings make choices that will ripple outward for generations.
And some Lore is personal: the story you tell yourself about who you are, where you come from, and what kind of magic lives in your bones.
Lore is the connective tissue of the world — the way characters understand themselves, each other, and the forces that shaped them long before they were born. It’s not about accuracy; it’s about meaning. And meaning is its own kind of magic.
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